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There’s nothing quite like the sharp reports Of a pistol and the splattering of blood From the brain of a three times mother And a van careening into a parked car. Isn’t America great again! (Would you please run the video back to the spot Where smoke sprays out from the gun?) This is almost as thrilling as blowing up boats In the Caribbean –Due process shmoo process. This is justice Trump style. Foxy Pete smiles before his mirror and straightens his tie. What’s a death or two or a hundred When you are cult-bound To keep America safe from democracy. Pete takes a hanky and wipes the blood from his reflection And off to work he goes with a spring in his step And a sprightly tune in his whistle. (Would you please run the video back to the spot Where smoke sprays out from the gun?) Thanks-you are a true and loyal patriot!
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 4:27 PM UTC
THE ICY KNIGHTS OF DEATH
There’s nothing quite like the sharp reports Of a pistol and the splattering of blood From the brain of a three times mother And a van careening into a parked car. Isn’t America great again! (Would you please run the video back to the spot Where smoke sprays out from the gun?) This is almost as thrilling as blowing up boats In the Caribbean –Due process shmoo process. This is justice Trump style. Foxy Pete smiles before his mirror and straightens his tie. What’s a death or two or a hundred When you are cult-bound To keep America safe from democracy. Pete takes a hanky and wipes the blood from his reflection And off to work he goes with a spring in his step And a sprightly tune in his whistle. (Would you please run the video back to the spot Where smoke sprays out from the gun?) Thanks-you are a true and loyal patriot!
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Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 4:27 PM UTC
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